Continental Drift - Virus

Slow and accurate

over the fields where the first fossils were formed

The pendulum sways like a dead arm

I hear you here,

resonating from your shine

Blazing the veins of the sun

you are viewing the great world

The visuals of your sounds resound

throughout all our known abysses

And floats around in the magma chamber

Toils with what’s forgotten

as all our craters are formed

The slowest (there is), the continents drifting

underneath the crusts of our deserts